Remission Time - Negative Voice

The fragments of the crystal past

The fragrances of the lighthearted times

Staring through the glass eyes I observe the life

Flying through the clouds of the empty words

Blood clots slip down on the cold glazed tile

The metal fog settles on a skin — delirium comes

Serpents swarm before my eyes

Filling my internal space

Overflowing an unwillingness vessel

Undesirable pastime

Staring through the glass eyes I observe the life

Life is not mine, life is passing by

Blink and pierce the flesh by a crystal needle

Staring through the glass eyes I observe the life

Life is not mine, life is passing by

The fragments of the crystal past

The fragrances of the lighthearted times

Staring through the glass eyes I observe the life

Blink and pierce the flesh by a crystal needle

Fly over the fields of human hatred